Poem -
Dirty Art
A plate holds last night's dinner
It's not alone
There are others here
I ponder this
New
Dirty
Art
Which sits unmoved in morning's
light
Then trembles
Up from table legs
As dog departs
A night time bed
And fly ascends
To hover there
To beat the air with frantic life
My eyes transfixed
In dullest stare
Tis I the spider
Fly the lair
Then startle
At a clock's great chime
Then rise... Salutes...
To passing time
And turn away
From this day's play where
Dirty art
On tables... stay ,
M ~
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Would you be offended if I compared this to something of an Ann Sexton?
Not at all but I can't say the same for her lol 😆😄 thanks Rory x
Hello Marion, I absolutely love this..you have a very distinctive style in your writing and i just love the way it kind of tiptoes quietly into your head and really makes you think about the words
brilliantly done
lorna x
Thankyou so much Lorna, I'm delighted with your comment hugs xx
Alan Bennett springs to mind but at the end of the day it's you Marion.
Simply and uniquely your good self in what you offer up in the written word, let alone think up then generously share your thoughts.
And as Lorna and Bernie here state it is brilliant and wonderful to read what's imparted from your tireless imagination.
All good things and hugs to you Marion. xx
Ah bless you Shaun for your generous comment my friend...hugs to you x